Chapter 89: Playing Hard to Get
Yvonne paused for a fraction of a second at Elias's question.
It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to her that directly.
The tycoons and power brokers who came to her for treatment were all old predators in one form or another. They never needed to say things plainly. A look was enough. A pause was enough. Half a sentence, carefully angled, and both sides already understood what the other meant. Their conversations were all polished surfaces and submerged hooks.
Elias was different.
Even if she truly had no intention of having dinner with him, he still wanted the answer spelled out. He would not let it pass. He had to ask, had to press, had to know why.
There was something almost innocent about that kind of persistence.
It suited him. It fit the role of a college student too neatly, pure and earnest enough to keep chasing a door after it had already started to close.
